15 Pounds of Awesome
Thursday, January 26, 2012 
Mac is four months old today, and he is just nothing but fifteen pounds of love and awesomeness. He’s all smiles—that’s like his thing, smiling with a side of laughing. When that baby smiles, everything stops for me. I am totally, completely, one-thousand-percent in love with him.
He’s a laid-back, happy baby, and he basically gets passed from grandma to grandma to aunt to papa to dad to mom, with the occasional sort-of strangle/sort-of hug from his big brother. And he rolls with it all. He’s been to Dallas, Atlanta, Palm Beach, South Haven, Kalamazoo, Grand Rapids, and Appleton, Wisconsin. Not bad for four months.
Everyone says that when your baby is born, your other children suddenly become giants, and that’s absolutely true. Henry became practically an adult the day we came home from the hospital, and he’s proven to be a fantastic big brother. He loves to dress just like his little brother, so every day he comes into the nursery when I’m changing Mac to see what he’s wearing, and then finds something similar. Darling.
Even after four months, I confess that I’m still having trouble finding the right words for how I feel about this baby, about this gift, about the depth of gratitude I feel for his healthy birth and for each passing day of growth and thriving life.
Five years ago, Henry's birth was the beginning of our parenting journey, and he has brought us joy and laughter and love every day. Right alongside our joy and gratitude for Henry, though, there were years of longing, praying, losing, hoping, trying not to hope. Mac is the answer to every one of those prayers and every one of those tears.
Every parent believes their baby is a miracle. And they’re right. And so do we.
Every parent believes their baby is absolute magic. And they’re right. And so do we.
Here’s to four months of our magic, our miracle, our baby Mac.
Reader Comments (9)
I have given away 6 copies of your book "Bittersweet" as gifts over the holidays. I have 2 more in my closet waiting for that familiar prodding, the inner leading that prompts me to make a gift of your book to another person in my life. So far I find that the recipients are creative Godly people who may be struggling somehow, with something. God lets me know when it is time to give it.......and I do.
Thanks for the blessing,
Vicky
blessed to be loved by you! Enjoy Shauna.... every precious moment!